Chapter 370: No Unauthorized Action Allowed

Not long after, Linlang won an award—a prestigious one this time, Best Director. Her team swept the event, taking Best Picture, Best Actor, and Best Soundtrack all at once, enjoying a fleeting glory that sparked intense envy, yet no one dared to cross her.

The next instant, that flat, round rod—looking more like a piece of art—flew into Xie Mao's hand and struck Kai Kai with a heavy thud, pinning him flat to the ground.

As Long Jiao inhaled like a raging tempest without the slightest restraint, the grand, majestic fortune of the desolate planet still dwindled only at a snail's pace.

"We must think of a way to curb his temper..." Han Shenghao picked up the fax sent over from SM Entertainment, sighing in deep, conflicted distress.

This left Fang Yan free from care; exchanging a knowing glance with the assistant, he drew Huang Meiying by the hand straight into the bridal dressing room.

Hu San was left helpless; Lord Xue was at times solemn and at others completely irreverent, making it truly impossible to discern his true nature. Yet Hu San refused to believe this grand nonsense, suspecting that someone must have guided the man for Lord Xue to know such intricate details.

"Get out!" Qin Fengyi roared, and the burly Northern Barbarian envoy was so cowed by Qin Fengyi's sheer aura that he could not help but shudder. Prince Ping immediately ordered his men to drive the barbarian envoy and his entourage out of the Yumen Pass.

She screamed in a total breakdown, and drawing upon some unknown surge of strength, she stumbled and staggered all the way to the castle's grand gates.

The slightly heavy, solid weight in his hand put Sun Suxing at ease; though his previous failure to invoke "Blossom" had left him in a wretched state, this three-style set of "Lush Branch, Abundant Leaf, Vibrant Blossom" was still far more reliable than that mysterious power, supposedly a "Sword Soul," whose origins were completely unknown.

Zhaodi stood behind the counter, dressed in a narrow-sleeved, cross-collared short jacket of peach-pink adorned with beaded double phoenix motifs, paired with a twelve-paneled pomegranate skirt beneath, her hair styled in a simple rounded bun with a pale gold, mixed-flower silk blossom made by the Wang family's flower shop tucked behind her head.

Her subsequent journey to the Pale Moon Kingdom, spanning a mere three months as well, had helped the royal family amass boundless silver and regain absolute power, purging a massive tumor from the realm along the way.

Yet it mattered little; as long as the character attribute framework remained and that damnable interface plagiarizing the 'Sword' game stayed put, his connection to the system endured, meaning he had not been entirely abandoned by it.

Her Cyan Spirit Divine Needles had been taken by that fellow Rong Shang and had yet to be returned; for now, she could only suppress Elder Mu's toxins first.

All who lay down their weapons and surrender shall be spared from death; those who dare to continue resisting shall be executed on the spot without exception.

"We prepared this especially for you, though we never expected you to rush here in such a desperate hurry; consider this our gift to you, so please accept it with a smile." With those words, Ye Zhihang gripped Yang Dejian's chin and brutally forced the elixir down his throat.

"Tsk, you are becoming less and less adorable, just like him, always meddling so much!" Xu Baizhi slapped her son away with a swift hand.

Demon essence, fiendish aura, and immortal qi were theoretically much the same, differing only in their outward manifestations, yet they served as an easy means to distinguish one race from another.

Liang Shan murmured upon hearing this; though he could not entirely agree with Tang Xin'er's words, he realized that the environment did indeed exert an immense influence on a person. While individual character and capability were vital, one had to admit that the external environment held absolute dominance in the grand scheme of data, much like how Africa was populated only by Black people.

"Since they rarely return, let them play to their heart's content." The Su family bodyguards had been trailing the children closely, fearing they might get lost in such a dense crowd.

Seeing this, Chen Li hastily lowered his head, not daring to make a reckless move while doing his utmost to seal away his own aura.

Unlike the sweetness of the osmanthus cake just before, the hawthorn cake offered more of a cool, refreshing tartness, making a slice of it absolutely perfect for this season verging on summer.

But it amounted to nothing more than that, for apart from the stone walls and stalactites, the place held absolutely nothing else.

Thus, Li Guyu packed her bags on the day before school opened, strictly instructing Liu Cuilan to keep a close watch over the shop.

Li Guyu listened to Cuilian's explanation and nodded with lingering doubt, yet a new question now arose in her heart: since Cuilian's cousin ran a medical clinic and possessed such brilliant medical skills, why had he failed to cure the stubborn ailment on her own face?

Just as she was lost in thought, a cold, detached voice suddenly rang out. "Can you not pay a little more attention?" In the next instant, Ou Yuanlan's long legs appeared right before Lin Qingqing's eyes.

Had he encountered an ordinary lightning-element mage, he would have been virtually assured of victory; unfortunately for him, his opponent was Chen Li.

Zhao Wan had no brothers or sisters, and since both her father and mother were orphans raised in the military, she lacked even a single distant relative, making it truly difficult for her to comprehend Liu Ti's mindset of "vying for affection."

"Furthermore, I, Chen Li, shall take the lead and guide everyone into the water. Compared to the rest of you, I am slightly more familiar with this place, and should any sudden change occur, I will give a warning at once," Chen Li added.

Qiao Anxin froze for a moment as her neckline was pulled open a wide way, revealing a complex birthmark upon her skin.

"He is indeed the child of Eldest Brother, and there is nothing wrong with him becoming the Emperor; do not forget that our family is held in his hands." The old prince remained deeply immersed in the memories of those bygone years.

"Hello, sir, thank you for stepping in; our captain would like to speak a few words with you," a flight attendant dressed in uniform said with a smile, swaying her alluring, sexy hips as she walked over.